livingday
Today was pretty swell. Normally I hate weekday birthdays because I think they're awfully awkward and unpleasant, especially as a jobless student, and ugh I have to go to work // school // life but like it's my birthday I just want to eat cake and stay home and sleep, but I have some terribly wonderful people in my life that inspire me to get up in the morning, and I suppose that's good and all. Also, my sister asked me to be Xander's primary godmother, which is pretty special on its own but also means that it'll be up to me to take care of him if (God forbid) anything ever happens to her and my brother-in-law, and God I feel so proud of that but also so scared and naturally I said yes because my nephew is sort of the wonderful thing that makes every little other (and often bad) thing seem tiny and irrelevant and trivial.
I feel . . . good. The best I've felt in a while. I've also learned that there's nothing wrong with wanting to feel good or happy or complete. I've never really liked birthdays for the same reason I've never believed in New Year's Resolutions; I don't believe you should have to wait a whole year to set goals for yourself, and I don't believe that you should only save retrospectives for the single day marked by the time that you were brought to this Earth. But now that I've thought about it, birthdays are pretty great. On this day, X amount of years ago, you were born. You were born. My God, do you know how awesome-as in, legitimately awe-inspiring-that is? In the same way that I still can't believe my nephew exists, I still can't believe that I or my mother and father or brother and sister or cousin or teacher or close friend exists as a temporal, sentient being capable of doing amazing things.
They say you only live once, but the upside to that is that you only die once, too; and at the very least when you live, you live for a very long time. And so doesn't each day that you live deserve to be a significant one? So with birthdays in mind I think every other day should be called a Livingday, to celebrate each day that we have lived and will live.
So Happy Birthday to me, and a Happy Livingday as well; and Happy Livingday to you, and a Happy Livingday to all of us tomorrow, and the day after, and after, and for the weeks that follow.
:^)
I feel . . . good. The best I've felt in a while. I've also learned that there's nothing wrong with wanting to feel good or happy or complete. I've never really liked birthdays for the same reason I've never believed in New Year's Resolutions; I don't believe you should have to wait a whole year to set goals for yourself, and I don't believe that you should only save retrospectives for the single day marked by the time that you were brought to this Earth. But now that I've thought about it, birthdays are pretty great. On this day, X amount of years ago, you were born. You were born. My God, do you know how awesome-as in, legitimately awe-inspiring-that is? In the same way that I still can't believe my nephew exists, I still can't believe that I or my mother and father or brother and sister or cousin or teacher or close friend exists as a temporal, sentient being capable of doing amazing things.
They say you only live once, but the upside to that is that you only die once, too; and at the very least when you live, you live for a very long time. And so doesn't each day that you live deserve to be a significant one? So with birthdays in mind I think every other day should be called a Livingday, to celebrate each day that we have lived and will live.
So Happy Birthday to me, and a Happy Livingday as well; and Happy Livingday to you, and a Happy Livingday to all of us tomorrow, and the day after, and after, and for the weeks that follow.
:^)